Happy New Year everybody.
The festive period came and went with little incident. On the 20th I went to see It's A Wonderful Life with Marc, Gibby, Mick and James (I'd kinda forced it upon the latter boyz) before Biffy Clyro. The film is awesome, I heartily reccomend it to anyone/everyone, walked out feeling like Mrs Christmas, although this may be something to do with the gin we snuck in (fuck you GFT). On Christmas Eve I worked until four, then went to Ashton Lane to have dinner at the Ashoka and then kick about some pubs. It was a really lovely night. Luckily caught the last bus back to Clydebank and hung out with my mum. swapped presents with my mum, she got me loads of assorted lovely things, and I got her tickets for Take That that she was (seemingly) delighted with. Oh me and Marc swapped presents on Christmas Eve as well, we bought each other the same bloody gift, typical!
Christmas Day we went out for dinner with the ubuiquitous Liz and Alec and some of Alec's family. I thought it'd be really awkward having dinner with folk who I hadn't met before but it turned out to be actually awright. I did have salmon though which broke my own personal rule of turkey being the only option on Christmas Day. For shame Lou. Afterwards went back to my mums and got straight into jammies. Watched ET and cried, again, even aged 23 I will never stop weeping at the bit where Drew Barrymore says goodbye to him (she thinks he's real for God's sake!). Marc came over later on and we lounged for a bit and then to bed. Went over to Marc's mums on Boxing Day where I got some MOTHERFUCKIN TURKEY, yas. Back to Marcs to eat my body weight in Brussel sprouts and lounge some more, amazing.
Was back to work on the 27th, one of the perils of bar work being we never fucking close. Blah blah straight to New Year, peer pressure dictated that even though I'd finally managed to get the night off I still had to show face in the pub cos "it's not the same without you Lou" etc etc. I'm a sucker for flattery I suppose. Had some drinks and played Wii bowling which as it turns out, is not any easier than real life bowling, at least for me. An hour became a few and we got back to Marcs flat later than either of us would have liked, but so be it. Got home with ample time for the bells which is all that mattered. For some reason bagpipes, an instrument that has me cringing with rage at any other time of the year, reduce me to a gibbering wreck when combined with fireworks, bells, and other New Year related paraphanelia. Cue me losing it on a bemused Marc's shoulder, stellar start to the year there. Watched some Family Guy after the bells then had an early night. Good times.
So back into the post festive trying to get used to work stage. I hate whinging about a shit job when it's my own fault I'm there but not a day goes by without me rolling my eyes at at least five customers or muttering "dickhead" or, lately, "shitrod" under my breath at whoever has pissed me off for whatever reason. Becoming quite the ball of hate so I really really need to get out of there/broken record. Anyway, I'm really only on this because I'm in the middle of cleaning my dad's flat and I can't face doing the bathroom so I'm going to make another skivey cup of coffee.